Gucci No. 3

This was the car crash
I've been plannin'
I wore my seatbelt
Off my clip and
I saw you laughin' in the rearview
I'm all alone, I'm all you got

And she says, Don't break my heart
Don't break my heart and
Don't break my heart, 'cause you're all I got

I left the money for your sister
I left a note addressed to dad
I left the money on the bureau
I got the letter in my hand

Here it comes now
Quit your bitchin'
Isn't this what you always wanted?
Quick solution, faster ending
What? I'm all alone, I'm all you got

And she says, Don't break my heart
Don't break my heart and
Don't break my heart, 'cause you're all I got

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